My mother-in-law blocked the entrance to my new apartment and screamed that her son had bought it for her, ordering me to leave.

elevator dinged.

Footsteps.

Then Blake knocked.

Not a normal knock. A restrained pounding.

“Nora. Open the door.”

I looked through the peephole.

Blake stood there in his navy blazer, the one he wore when he wanted to look respectable in a crisis. Evelyn hovered near the elevator, her face blotchy with fury. Andre and Dana stood nearby.

“No,” I said.

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